Mexican Baseball

Last night we made our way over to the baseball stadium in Maz. You can see the lights from our perch on our deck. We went in the Red Trucks again with some new friends. I sat on the end of the bench and hung on for dear life, praying I wouldn't get bounced out or rear-ended.
The estadio looks like most well-worn minor league stadiums (stadia?) The steps going down to the blue plastic seats is aggregate---not nice aggregate like around a pool but very crude, rustic, dark gray. stuff with rocks the size of---well, baseballs. You are assigned a section but not a seat and there was lots of seat changing depending on who was watching.
They have 2 electronic scoreboards, smallish but very nice, but Rick said it was very dark in the outfield. That was the first thing he noticed. The place is loud. Some kind of music is playing every second, a Mexican band strolls around playing Mexican music with the tuba player--omm paa paa. There were two sets of five teenage girls about the age of my granddaughters (15), one group dressed in cowboy hats and the other dressed in red baseball caps dancing to the same music my kids do.
We got there early so we could all sit together. I watched the people coming in---families with babies, young studs, and beautiful you women dressed in tight jeans and sparkly jewelry. One thing that is exactly the same as home--all young people carry call phones and are frequently checking them and texting their friends.

Before the game Rick spotted Sid Monge talking to a middle-aged man by the dugout.They played together for the Cleveland Indians in the late '70's. He went down to say hello--Rick said he knew it was him because he was balancing a baby in his left hand. He's going to leave us tickets for next Friday and we will make plans for lunch. It was heart-warming to see the camaraderie of old team mates.
Vendors vendors, vendors, hundreds of them selling everything from the ubiquitous "we're #1" hand,cotton candy, cookies, tacos, pop of all colors, aqua and orange are big here and cut up fruit. Next week, after the next game I will write about the food. We decided not to have dinner before we go to the game. That's how good it looked. We left early. Rick's back was killing him. They won 4-1.